Been trying to work the numbers
a thousand words
ten thousand hours
the rays of light blur and I snatch the curtain closed
concentrate, mother
I spend my time guzzling water
coffee, cakes
I know I’m smart but
sometimes I just sit here listening
to the whine of the drill
from the building site
gristling and
grating on my ears
and I don’t know how I’m going to write
all the things I want
both failure and its fear
hover heavily
like a blight
This was a poem from a writing prompt – grab the nearest book (Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake), turn to page 29 and pick ten words that resonate, then use them in a poem. I only used nine of the words as one was “pigoon” and ain’t nobody got time for that.